In the evening, when it was dinner time, Song Yang knocked on the door without Feng Yuanman's invitation.
Feng Yuanman just put down the last dish of the sour soup and fat beef, and when he heard the door bell ringing. When he opened the door, he saw Song Yang in full spirit. His cheeks were slightly red. His body smelled of soap, which was very refreshing. It was not the pungent smell of cologne. "I was thinking about calling you? Don't you know the password? Why are you knocking on the door?"
"You are a girl, I just go in like this and it will easily scare you." Song Yang is the kind of man with a very masculine appearance, full of vitality and vitality, especially when wearing military uniforms, his heroic and cool look can charm many female soldiers.
This was the first time Feng Yuanman was treated as a little girl by a man, and his eyes flashed, "Come in quickly, otherwise the food would be cold."
As soon as Song Yang entered the room, he looked at the dishes on the table, and everything was what he liked.
Looking at the fat beef with sour soup without chili, a trace of disappointment flashed in my eyes, "No chili."
"You're all injured, and you still eat chili?"
Although I know that Feng Yuanman is for his own good, the desire to speak out is the most important thing.
"Although there is no chili, the taste will definitely make you like it."
This time, Song Yang was not polite. He served a bowl of rice first, then ate a bite of sour soup and fat beef. Although there was no chili, there was a hint of sniffing smell in his mouth, which slid through his throat. It was so delicious that people couldn't help but eat a few more bites.
"What did you put inside?"
"Black pepper."
"Why can't I taste black pepper?"
Speaking of the cooking method, Feng Yuanman talked endlessly and began to tell Song Yang about his method. The two of them discussed while eating.
But in a moment, the food on the table was swept by him.
After dinner, Song Yang took the initiative to help Feng Yuanman clean up the tableware. She was washing dishes aside, and secretly glanced at Song Yang, always feeling that what happened today was like a dream.
The atmosphere is a bit too warm, and I wish I could stop at this time and stay forever at this moment.
"Okay, let's go and exercise after dinner!"
Thinking of what he said about running with a weight of five kilometers, Feng Yuanman slipped his hand and the plate flew out. Fortunately, Song Yang was quick-witted and grabbed the plate and placed it on the shelf of the cabinet. "Why are you so careless?"
"You really have to carry a load of five kilometers?"
Seeing that her pink face wrinkled, her appearance was a little cute, Song Yang couldn't help but smile, "Let's take a walk first, wait until you get used to the amount of exercise, then increase your running, or carry weight."
Seeing him say this, Feng Yuanman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
There is a small park near Yunhua Home. When you go out, the sky is dim. The two of them walk along the park's path, and the speed is neither fast nor slow.
Song Yang's appearance is really too eye-catching. I don't know how many middle-aged and elderly women looked back and stopped along the way, and I don't know how many people pointed at her. Seeing that Song Yang was not abnormal, she put away her inferiority complex and followed him.
At first, the pace was slow and I could keep up, but later it was a little difficult.
Seeing that she was struggling, Song Yang slowed down, and the two of them didn't say anything along the way.
Feng Yuanman couldn't keep up any longer. He pointed to a group of elderly choirs who played the guzheng and flutes and said, "Let's listen to two songs before leaving."
Song Yang twitched his mouth, "Okay."
There are only a few songs in the Elderly Choir, either red songs or singing about the motherland or soldiers.
He listened to one song and wanted to listen to the second song. When he heard the fourth song, Song Yang understood that this girl was actually lazy.
"Yuanmo, are you lazy?"
Feng Yuanman was guilty and dared not admit it. He quickly shook his head, "No, I'm brewing emotions and want to sing a song for you."
Song Yang wrapped his hands around his chest and did not give Feng Yuanman a chance at all. "Thank you, can I order a song?"
Want to order a song?
She just found a small excuse for being lazy, so why bother to be serious?
"That me... I'd better choose one myself. I don't know how to sing some songs." In addition to cooking, Feng Yuanman actually sings very nicely.
But I usually don’t show it much in front of others. Now that I’m pushing myself into a desperate situation, I feel a little nervous.
"I'll wait." Song Yang liked to see her anxious look with her bearded ears and scratched her forehead, pretending to be deep.
Feng Yuanman was in a difficult situation and had to bite the bullet and go on stage. He had originally hoped that the other party would refuse his request righteously. Who would have thought that these old people were originally for fun, and now with young people to cooperate, he naturally agreed happily.
After looking through the song score, I found someone who I can still sing.
When he remembered the prelude, Song Yang was stunned for a moment. This song was not unfamiliar to him.
Even in the army, I guessed that the song of the little girl was singing for him. Her leisurely eyes were locked on Feng Yuanman's pink cheeks, and the smile on her face was a bit happy.
As soon as her voice sounded, Song Yang felt goosebumps and relaxed from his heart.
He didn't even know that this song could also sing the feeling of fairy air, which was so ethereal that it made people feel a little happy, which was very different from the sadness I had when I listened to it in the past.
"I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for, who you are for, for the harvest of autumn, and for the return of geese for spring..." The climaxes deeply touched the heart of a soldier, and a trace of water flashed in his eyes. Her singing reminded him of those sacrificed comrades who retired because of the disabled were all a group of soldiers who did not seek rewards.
On the way back, Song Yang sincerely praised him, "perfect."
"What?"
“You sang so well.”
Chapter completed!